I’m finding myself almost constantly in that mental state these days, thanks mostly to all the job changes I’ve had recently. The company I work for has been going through some deep reorganization – changes which overall are probably great for the firm, but which have caused a lot of anxiety among employees, as large-scale change always does.

Now, I got lucky. Not only do I still have a job – I finally have the writing job I’ve been fighting for since I joined the company in January of 2013. So that’s good. What’s less exciting is that the new job comes with a new location, one that adds time to an already-annoying commute. I hate driving to begin with, so driving more isn’t my favorite.

But all in all, I’m not complaining. My boss/editor is a cool dude; my team is a smart and welcoming bunch. It could be a lot worse. But getting here has been exhausting. They say that change is the only constant, and things at work have been changing constantly for a long time now.

I think things are pretty much settled at this point, at least for me, and I’m glad I landed where I did. But it’s going to take my body and mind a little while to catch up and find the rhythm that works in this new world.

And I’m frustrated and guilt-ridden because in the meantime, the writing is suffering. I know I shouldn’t feel guilty about it, but I hate being too mentally exhausted to do something I love.

I probably won’t finish UNFOLD until sometime in October, which is kind of a bummer as I’d wanted to be done by August so I could publish in October, one year after FOLD came out. (Has it really been nearly a year already?!) Maybe I can swing a writing weekend this month and pull off a miracle.

I’m starting to get competition, too, from the next book that wants to be written. It keeps shoving UNFOLD aside and demanding to be heard. Soon, book. Soon.